It is only in sorrow that bad weather masters us; in joy we face the storm and defy it.
Amelia Barr American Novelist 1831-1919
AS LIFE USES
The majesty of the snow on the night before Christmas
Multiplies the joy of the season
The blanket of white makes the feeling just right
As the crystal-like flakes seem to glisten
The same winter storm can beat a soul down
As it holds us hostage once again
Mighty drifts and bitter ice leave us home bound
And the long winter makes life seem so grim
The spring storm advances amid awe, we're entranced
The light show and thunder roll in
The rains melt the snow giving flowers a chance
The barren brown fields let new grasses grow in
But terror can strike as a whirling wind forms
Our apprehension changes to fear
A killer from the sky has demonized the storm
That as a sign of spring we once welcomed here
Warm breezes and beaches are welcome relief
From the flood and mud and rain
Anticipation of vacations gives us reprieve
Amid the fields of bounty dotting the terrain
But the unbearable heat from the summer sun beating
Keeps us inside where we hide from the fire
The hope of pleasant frolicking ever so fleeting
As a draught burns out our hopeful desire
New autumn colors and chilly fall mornings
Bring the best and worst of summer to an end
Pumpkins for carving, for candy kids starving
On Thanksgiving our blessings we'll send
But alas comes the bad to overshadow the good
As another year has been used and is gone
With bliss and with turmoil we bravely stood
Enduring what was right and the wrong
Life is not always poetry and hope
There are always pitfalls and pain
We can only rely on our ability to cope
And not let reality drive us insane